Before I left to visit my mom for the weekend, dad and I spent some alone time together and he screwed two hot loads into my hungry hole. It was Friday afternoon and he'd just gotten home from work. Gina had left for her shift so we had the trailer to ourselves. I greeted him with an excited hug when he got home from work, and he treated me to a tender kiss on the lips. I sighed when our lips met, then he rested his palm against my cheek and tilted my head before slipping me some tongue. I could feel my ass tremble with need as he used his stiff, delicious tongue to overwhelm mine, and it was almost as if he could sense my need.
We broke our kiss and he took a seat in the recliner while I knelt in front of him and untied his work boots. While I was taking his boots off, he talked to me about my day.
“What did you do today, kiddo?” he asked knowingly as I loosened his shoelaces.
“I saw a couple guys today,” I casually mentioned. “I felt like getting laid as soon as I woke up.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, and I grinned up at him and nodded. “Did you get your itch scratched right away or did you have to wait?”
“I had to brush my teeth first,” I complained, pulling the first boot off. “But Leonard was up so I threw some sweats on and went to his place.”
The aroma of dad's sweaty feet poured into my nose, prompting me to lift his socked foot to my nose for an indulgent whiff. I shivered all over as his essence excited my olfactory.
Dad gave me a wink and I blushed, then he said, “I reckon you left his place satisfied, then?”
“Yeah, I was feeling satisfied for a little bit,” I told him. “But I needed to see someone else before Gina left for work.”
Dad reached down and ran his thumb over my still slightly swollen lips and said, “It looks like you had your lips wrapped around a big dick, son.”
With a soft moan and a nod, I said, “I did. But I was hoping to get to suck yours, too.”
“Did you get your ass fucked again?” he asked as I pulled his other shoe lace loose.
“Yeah,” I cooed, my voice a little husky as the talk of my earlier hookups fueled my already heightened libido. Then I told him, “I came out to Gina when I got back.”
“That's what I heard, babe,” he said with an affectionate smile. “I'm so proud of you.”
“Thanks, daddy,” I said shyly. “I wanted to come out to her first before I tell mom and Gary.”
With that, I took his other boot off and treated myself to another whiff of his sweaty foot. Then I pulled his socks off and slipped my mouth over his big toe while I cast my horny eyes up to him and sensually sucked it.
“That good, peanut?” he asked me.
I smiled around his toe and nodded, then let my tongue travel through the space between his toes before taking it out so I could lick the clammy underside of his foot.
“So good,” I whispered, practically in a trance as I worshipped dad's feet. Dad let me stay where I was, licking between his toes and sucking on each one with a transfixed smile while he continued to ask about my day.
“Did you only hookup with two guys today, buddy?” he asked, and I nodded without taking my attention away from his feet. “I can tell you're back in the mood, son.”
This time, I pulled off of his foot and panted, “Yeah.”
“How about taking daddy's prick out and sucking it for a spell?” he said, and I gave him an excited smile. “Then I'll screw a load into that hungry tail of yours.”
In a flash, I had his dick out of his work pants and down my throat. I loved how my lips stretched almost obscenely around his shaft as I aggressively deep throated it. My ass was on fire the entire time, aching for more sex while I treated myself to a rough throat fuck between dad's legs. I felt dad's fingertips caressing my flushed cheeks, then he ran them down the back of my neck and along the top of my spinal column. I responded by rolling my hips around with a hot moan, wanting to send the signal to him that I was horny for a fuck.
While I was still in a lust filled haze, dad ran his fingertips through my brown hair and gently pushed my head back. Taking his cue, I pulled off his manhood and worked my sweatpants down around my thighs. When my sizzling little boner came into view, it was covered in precum and pressed flat against my pubic bone.
“My boy needs it bad, doesn't he?” dad remarked. I bit my lip and whimpered as I nodded my needy reply. “Step out of your britches and I'll fix you up, son.”
As if I were under a spell, I stood up with my fingers hooked under my waistband of my sweats and undies so I could push them the rest of the way down. As soon as they were puddled around my feet, I stepped out of them while licking dad's precum from my lips and savoring the flavor as it danced on my tongue. He cupped the back of my head with his strong grip and pulled me to him so our foreheads were touching, then he reminded me, “I love you more than anything, Casey.”
“I love you too, dad,” I said, then he planted a rough French kiss on my mouth that made my already horny body burn with passion from my head to my toes.
While we were still locked in our kiss, dad reached back and grabbed two handfuls of my ass so he could knead my buns with his fingers. I loved how it felt to have my ass cheeks stirred and manipulated while he kissed me like a man possessed. Every time he pushed and pulled on my buns, I could feel my moist, hungry pucker stretching and loved it. I responded by reaching down and grabbing his stalk so I could feel it throb in my hand, knowing he was about to slide it into my ass and pleasure me with it.
Dad broke our kiss and wrapped his arm around my waist so he could walk me to the room while I held my grip around the base of his dick like I was holding his hand. When we made it to the room, he placed his hands on top of my shoulders and eased me down to the bed while I gazed up at him with stars in my eyes. As soon as I was on my back, he climbed on top of me and grabbed my shins so he could lift my legs.
I felt like I was ready for him to slide in on the spot. I'd lubed up twice already, and my asshole was gaped from the two deep dickings I'd been treated to earlier in the day. But dad still reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube so he could prep me. With loving eyes, he poured a generous amount of KY into my winking hole, then dropped a dollop on the top of his shaft. I watched with bedroom eyes as he tossed the bottle to the side and stroked his dick, spreading the lube all over.
Finally, he leaned in and planted another hard kiss on my mouth with no tongue. Our lips separated with a loud smack, then he pressed the tip up to my hungry entrance and it expanded for him. I moaned passively when the helmet pushed through my sphincter, then his hot shaft slid all the way up my ass while I smiled up at him from the pillow. When I felt his pubic bone pressing against the underside of my scrotum and his torso pressing against the backs of my thighs, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. My rectal walls gave his manhood a tight hug and I sighed with pleasure.
“You ready, babe?” he asked, and I nodded.
“It feels so good to have you inside me,” I complimented him.
“Your ass feels so hot and tight, babe,” he reciprocated, then he treated me to a mouthful of tongue as his hips began their rhythmic dance.
It's always a pleasure to have a hard dick running back and forth in my ass, but when it's dad's dick it feels even more magical. I can't really explain it, other than to say that he gives me pleasure on a different level than anyone else. Part of it is the fact that he's my dad, and I'm his son. But there's more to it. I just can't put it into words.
This time, though, the indescribable pleasure felt like it was magnified. Maybe it was because he was fucking me for the last time before I went to mom's for the weekend. Or maybe it was because I'd been so horny all day. But whatever the reason, I found myself reeling from the sensations of his ministrations. His glans felt bigger and more pronounced. His shaft felt hotter and harder than ever before. It was almost as if I could feel every vein that protruded from his dick, stimulating my pleasure receptors as they journeyed along the walls of my rectum. It was as if they were communicating with me. As if I were reading braille. But instead of using my fingers, I was able to decipher their erotic message using the hot, wet tissue that lines my anus.
It was almost as if his dick was telling me a story. A story about a bottom who was so enamored with his dad that his asshole could recalibrate for him. If it was too dry, it would get wet the instant his dad was about to fuck him. If it was too tight, it would bloom to just the right gape so he could get in. If it was too loose, it would tighten up around his shaft, anxious for the friction of anal sex with the man he loved most in the world. It was a love story, and it was erotica. Dad's cock was like the bow and my anus was like a violin, and we were playing a sweet symphony that rang out in gritty, guttural moans and heavy panting from both of us.
And as that symphony played out, my pleasure peaked. As our song of sexual enjoyment echoed off the walls, my boy pussy began to open and close with pleasure-induced contractions. And as my dad's masterful strokes dug deep into my hungry box, we both raced to the finish line while waves of orgasmic heat flowed through my body. My small, untouched erection felt like it was engulfed in a wet pocket of suction as dad sank his big dick into my horny hole over and over again. His touch against my skin felt like static electricity, consuming me with a charge of carnal energy.
The fire that was raging inside me felt like it was un-contained, spreading to all four limbs with no hope of being extinguished. I moaned helplessly into his mouth and he responded by speeding up his hips, thrusting rapidly until he finally fed me the last stroke. His tongue stiffened in my mouth and I knew I was a conquered bottom. His hot breath poured into my throat and filled my nasal passage as my chest heaved up and down. I could feel his erection throb and pulse with authority as he flooded my ass with a bounty of sperm. The sensation of his cock recoiling in my ass as he got off only added to my bliss, sending me into chaotic fit of rectal spasms that triggered a second wave of anal ecstasy.
When he broke our kiss, I turned my head and latched onto his ear lobe. I needed all of him inside me. I needed his dick in my ass. I needed his tongue in my mouth. I needed to taste his skin. He'd conquered me so easily.
I needed him to know that he was the man of my dreams.
“I love you, peanut,” he growled into my neck while I suckled on his ear lobe.
Without relinquishing his lobe, I panted, “I love you too, daddy.”
“Let's have another kiss,” he said, and I instantly let go of his ear so he could lay another mouthful of tongue on me.
Dad's strong tongue filled my mouth and I moaned submissively, wrapping my arms around his neck so I could feel all of him. I felt his cock shift inside me and realized he was still rock hard, so I locked eyes with him and gave him my neediest stare. The look of love in his eyes was powerful, and without breaking our kiss to talk, I knew I'd have my way with him. So I laid there and let him control the tempo of our tongues while I eagerly waited for him to treat me to round two.
